“If you will read the report of the Literary Fund dinner in the ‘Morning Post’ of Monday, you will see that the writer (who, from the folly and malevolence of the article, I take to he L * * *) has stated that Lord Mulgrave sat still, &c., when the Queen’s health was proposed. Now you know that after the King’s salubrity has been eulogised in a becoming quantity of cheers, no one’s health is drank uproariously except such as are present at the dinner—this was intended, and ought to have been the case when Adelaide’s health was drank. But there were people present (and I heard before the feast that there were to be), who wished to turn the hilarity of the evening into a political squabble. Hence that foolish piece of spite, in its appropriate journal, “The Morning Post.” The Queen (God bless her!), whose taste in literature is undoubted, spells through its columns every day; nor did she omit to do so last Monday; the consequence was, that she complained of Lord Mulgrave’s neglect in cheering, as it was there asserted. He is annoyed at this, and wishes it to be contradicted, as he behaved most loyally on the occasion, the only mistake being that which I mentioned, of not thinking it necessary to depart from the established rules of toast-giving. Therefore do you, like a good soul, in your report of the dinner to-morrow, take up your goosequill in his defence, and state how absurd and mischievous the report must have been: so shall you acquire κυδος and thanks. I enclose a slip of correspondence, which I have just received from our friend Tyrone, and have put his friend’s name down for the club; so add to your favours by shoving your name under mine.
“Farewell!
